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First there were werewolves, and then magical spells. It was probably only a matter of time before I wrote this, although it definitely caught me entirely by surprise. XD


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Title: "Until My Dying Breath" -- Chapter One
Author: emilianadarling
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Vampire AU with all the unpleasantness that entails. Violence, grotesque descriptions, dark setting, fear, minor past character death. Warnings on a chapter by chapter basis.
Length: 140,000 in total. 11,500-ish for this chapter
Story Summary: On his way home from campus to his apartment on the Upper East Side, Blaine Anderson happens to come across a beautiful young man with bewitching blue eyes. It doesn’t take long, though, for everything Blaine thought was real to fall to pieces. For his world to dissolve into a twisted dance of fear and heat and blood.

Notes: I... don't quite know how this story came into existence. I swear I'm not a supernatural author, and yet this just keeps happening. :) This is probably the closest thing to horror fiction that I've ever written, and I'm excited to hear what you all think. I've enabled anonymous commenting for all you tumblr folks without LJ accounts. (If anyone wants to know my tumblr, it's here. :3)

Also, apologies for the completely arbitrary page break. Silly LJ and its word limits.



Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Epilogue


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It doesn’t happen every night.

Blaine thinks that might make it worse, in the end: the uncertainly. The way his stomach twists up into tight, tension-filled knots as it gets later and later, his ears on edge for the slightest shift of movement outside his apartment door. It doesn’t always happen at the same time. There’s no way to be sure.

Most nights, the phone rings instead – and some nights, nothing happens at all. Some nights he sits and waits on the couch, back rigid and waiting with every nerve frayed and thin until exhaustion finally overtakes him. Blaine will wake up the next morning, stiff and sore and poorly rested, and realize that nothing happened. That he has at least a few more hours before the dread, horrible and thick, starts to creep up inside of him again.

But tonight...

It’s past one in the morning when he finally comes. No padded footsteps can be heard from the outside hall; there is no warning for his arrival at all. He never makes any noise if he doesn’t want to.

The long, dragged scraaape of sharp fingernails running down the wood of his doorframe is what alerts Blaine of his presence. Scratch, scratch, scratch on the wood of the door.

“Blaine,” the high, sing-song voice drifts through the door. Beautiful and musical and terrifying. The fingernails continue to scratch. Jagged, harsh noises amid the beauty of the voice. “Let me inside, Blaine. Just open the door and let me in, I know you want to.”

Terror, raw and hard and unstoppable, fills Blaine’s entire body like an electric shock. When there is still uncertainty, no way to tell whether tonight will be the night, Blaine tends to find himself just wishing he knew for sure. As soon as that voice first starts to call to him, however, he would do anything to have that ignorance back. It’s a hundred times worse, hearing him right outside. Sounding playful and seductive, and ever-so-slightly admonishing.

There is a shadow beneath the door of a figure outside. Lips pressed together and hands shaking, Blaine remains silent.

“Why won’t you talk to me, Blaine?” asks the voice, sounding slightly pouty. The fingernails scratch down the doorframe in a hard, fast scrape. “I can hear your heart beating from here, you know. It’s so fast. So scared.” The scratch, scratch, scratch of the nails. “If you let me in, you don’t have to be scared anymore. It’ll all be over. Don’t you want it to be over?”

A tiny, choked out noise escapes from Blaine’s throat without permission. The scratching stops; outside the door, the figure makes a happy noise in the back of his throat.

“We can’t play this game forever, beautiful thing,” he purrs, and the scrape is lighter now – perhaps just one nail down the doorframe. “Can’t keep teasing me like this.”

The nails are back now, rough and loud and sharp as they drag down the door.

Blaine squeezes his eyes shut against the noise, wrapping his arms around his own shaking torso as fear pounds with his blood in his veins.


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“The library will be closing in fifteen minutes. Please make your final selections and proceed to the front desk.”

The cheerful drone of the pre-recorded female voice over the intercom manages to wrench Blaine out of his absorption with the thick, dry text in front of him on the table. He blinks at the surprise of being jolted away from contract interpretation and remedies for breach, noticing for the first time that there is darkness outside the windows. Which is ridiculous, though, because the library closes at eleven o’clock on Wednesdays, and he can’t possibly have been here for five hours without noticing.

A quick glance down at his watch – expensive and handsome, a present from his parents when he finished his undergrad – proves that the automated recording is correct. The tiny hands remain firm in their assessment that it is, in fact, only a few minutes before closing. The slight buzzing from the dim lights that he had managed to tone out with his tunnel-vision reading and note-writing drifts gradually back into Blaine’s awareness. He moves to straighten up in his seat, and his back cracks loudly in the silence at having been hunched over and stuffed into a sturdy wooden chair for several hours without moving. For the first time, Blaine registers just how sore and achy his body is.

Stiffly, Blaine saves the fifteen pages of typed notes and then backs them up on his keychain thumbdrive (he learned years ago about the horrors of computers crashing the day before important assignments are due) before quickly e-mailing a copy of them to himself just in case, not even bothering with a header. It only takes a few moments to shove the unfairly large textbook into his book bag along with his laptop. Running a hand through his messy curls, Blaine grabs his jacket from where it hangs over the back of his chair to put it on, slings his book bag over one shoulder – and heads for the exit.

The New York University School of Law Library has a thick, musty air about it that never seems to go away no matter how thoroughly the staff claim to clean it during break. The age of its stacks and halls is palpable; there are imprints of a thousand students’ fingerprints on pages and the ghosts of worn footsteps on the floors. The building itself is antiquated and respectable; practically the Platonic ideal of what an old-world library should appear. The study chairs and tables are thick and wooden, with low-hanging overhead lamps designed to resemble chandeliers in the upper levels. On the ground floor, little green-glass table-top lamps dot the desks in a way Blaine had always thought only existed in period films before he arrived here. The shelves are all solid and dark, lined with row after unfathomable row of leather-bound books. Just how many books reside within this building – the sheer number of documents, newspapers, archives, and heavy texts housed within such a compact space – has left Blaine feeling weak-kneed and slightly sick on more than one occasion.

Heading toward the exit, Blaine catches himself glancing around idly for other students; tucked away in study rooms, perhaps, or emerging from dark corners. He doesn’t see anyone, though; they must have not toned out the first few closing announcements the way he did. Blaine might just be the very last student here tonight.

What’s surprising about that, Anderson? Blaine asks himself sardonically, nodding to the lone librarian at the front desk on his way out. It’s almost eleven o’clock on a Wednesday night. Even the other Law students all have places to be. Except for you, of course.

Except for me, he thinks wearily, pushing the front door open. Blaine winces as the chill of the night air hits him, fresh and brisk and smelling of city in autumn. It had been sunny when he left his apartment. Blaine clutches the brown corduroy of his jacket around him a little bit tighter in a pointless gesture of resistance against the cold as he heads to the nearest station to catch the subway home.

Sometimes, on nights like these, it’s hard for Blaine to love his life the way he knows he should. When his Law school friends, driven just as out of their minds as he is by revision and frantically cramming tort and procedure and civil liability into their heads, invite him to come along with them for drinks and he just can’t accept, can’t say yes because he just doesn’t relate to them in some important way and it’s like trying to fit a square peg into a round hole. When he’s on his way home to a well-kept, empty apartment that his parents pay for in the Upper East Side because he had to stay somewhere at least a little respectable.

When he can’t help but feel that he’s putting on a face – just putting on front of politeness and consideration to everyone he meets because no one he knows cares even a little bit about who he actually is.

As he walks down the steps, and swipes his Metrocard, and slides into the first train heading in the right direction, Blaine finds himself wishing. In that absent way that doesn’t mean anything, the what-if-I-maybe that could never come to pass. He’s come too far at this point, has to remind himself that he’s too close to completing something extraordinary for regrets or melancholy.

Regardless of actual intent, however, Blaine finds himself sitting in the not-too-crowded subway car and wishing he had fought harder for music when he came out of high school.

It isn’t that he doesn’t enjoy law. He does – he had to, in order to get through his undergrad and pass the LSAT with a high enough score to get him into one of the most prestigious Law schools in the country. Blaine is good at throwing himself entirely into whatever he puts his mind to, and the show of the court room has always managed to hold a certain appeal to him. But even though Dalton Academy had done a wonderful job preparing him for the strenuous academics of post-secondary, it had also nourished a profound love of music within him. He’d had piano lessons for as long as he could remember, but the joy of performing – of getting onto a stage, opening his mouth, and making a whole crowd of people happy – had been something else entirely.

His parents had never pressured him into Law, exactly. They’d both let him know that they wanted him to be happy more than anything else, to find something he was good at and shine. But his father had repeated that a career in the arts is so unstable, Blaine, do you really want to live the rest of your life like that? And his mother had said wouldn’t you rather have something solid that you can count on, darling boy, for when you have a family?

And after a while, it had seemed like the logical thing to do. The smart thing. The grown-up decision, no more fooling around.

For the first few years of his undergrad, Blaine had made an effort to go to open mic nights occasionally. On the small stages of cafés, he would always feel more like himself than he had all week at school: belting out the most recent pop hits with a twist, making people laugh and smile and boisterous applause filling up the tiny venues. But school had picked up in his third year, and it had become more and more difficult to ensure those nights happened. And now... god, it’s been years since Blaine performed in public. He wouldn’t know where to start, even if he did have the time.

Blaine knows that he is living a dream; going to a prestigious school, living in his own apartment in New York City.

He tries his best to ignore the every-so-often realizations that it just doesn’t happen to be his dream.

The subway car rumbles around him like a sleeping lion as it slides along, shaking every so often in a way he doesn’t even notice anymore. Blaine has been living in New York for almost five years now; knows its faces, it places, its people. When it lurches to a halt at his stop, Blaine disembarks and walks to the station a block away to transfer on autopilot; although he lived in dorms for the first few years, he’s been living in his apartment for almost two years now. He knows the route there and back like the back of his hand; could probably do it in his sleep, if he had to. (Sometimes, on those days when finals are rushing toward him like an oncoming storm and it’s all he can do not to break down and cry like a child, staring at his inadequate notes and the dozens of textbooks and so much to dohe might explode, it feels as though he has.)

He rides the train, avoiding eye contact out of habit, and thinks.

All together, it only takes him a little over half an hour to get to his home stop. The chill of the late-night air hits him again like a slap in the face when he ascends to the top of the stairs. It isn’t too far a walk home, thankfully; his stomach is twisting in the realization that it hasn’t had anything to eat since lunch, and he can’t wait to get inside and turn up the heat.

Adjusting his heavy bag, Blaine is just walking turning a corner when something catches his attention out of the corner of his eye. Movement in the small alley off to his left, a stifled shout. He freezes in place mid-step, ears on edge. Another muffled noise – shuffling feet, a muffled cry – jolt across his perception like a shock of lightening. A horrible suspicion is starting to grow inside his chest; no matter how long he lives here, it never quite manages to stop hitting Blaine that he isn’t in Westerville anymore. Without thinking twice Blaine turns around, backtracks, and peers into the dimness of the alley.

His vision is obscured with darkness and the shadowed light from the streetlamp, but the outlines of two figures struggling is clearly discernable below the distinct silhouette of a fire escape. At a glance, Blaine can tell that one of the figures is large and brutish, and that the other is slender and small. Even with their arms entangled, it’s immediately obvious that this is in no way a fight of equals: one of figures is maybe only half the size of the other. The burly one lets out a sharp, grunted noise as the two of them thrash about violently in the dark.

What happens next occurs too quickly for Blaine to fully process his own actions. One second, he is standing in frozen shock – and the next, he is running into the fray.

“Hey!” Blaine shouts, voice barked out and commanding. Adrenaline is rushing through his limbs, making his head foggy and brightly clear all at once. “Hey, stop it!”

Blindly, hoping to hell the other guy doesn’t have a knife (or oh, god, a gun), Blaine stands his ground. No matter how stupid this move might have been, it’s too late to back out now – and there’s no way n hell he’s leaving the girl alone in here and walking away. Blaine doesn’t own mace or even a pocket knife, but he grips the strap of his book bag with white-knuckled fingers as he stands off against the shadowed people.

Immediately, the smaller figure stops struggling, freezing up – and the big guy pulls away from her with a shouted noise. As the man tumbles back, he steps into a patch of light from the streetlamp. It’s a large man, as the dim light had hinted, wearing a hooded sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. He’s shaking, beady eyes darting between Blaine and the girl in the shadows with a look of absolute terror. Something twinges in Blaine’s mind – even though the guy should be scared of being found out, Blaine is still fairly certain he’s bigger than the two of them combined. He dismisses the thought as irrelevant, gripping the strap of his book bag in what he hopes to be a threatening manner.

But the man doesn’t charge at either of them. Instead, he stumbles back, lets out an unsteady, wordless shout – and proceeds to speed past Blaine and run out of the alley and into the street as fast as his feet will take him.

Time hangs in the dimness of the night, and Blaine’s heart is pounding in his chest. His body is thrumming and awake and on edge with adrenaline, muscles stiff and still clenching the strap of his bag so hard it hurts. But after a few long seconds, the moment seems to break. The tension rushes out, and Blaine lets out a sharp, nervous exclamation of laughter that fumbles its way across the night air.

“Oh, god,” he pants in dazed relief, letting go of his bag strap in order to clutch at his chest. His face feels flushed, and his glasses are askew on his face. Nervous laughter dries up as he re-registers the person with him, and worry floods his chest. Heart pounding in his ears, Blaine takes a step toward the figure in the shadows. “Are you okay?” he asks. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

The figure slowly steps out of the shadows and into a patch of light, and shock ripples through Blaine’s chest as he realizes that it isn’t a woman at all. It’s a young man, not possibly a day older than eighteen and probably even younger: the slender lines of his body had confused Blaine in the dark. He’s fully clothed, which is a relief for reasons Blaine doesn’t want to dwell on; dressed in a snugly-fitting blue button-up shirt with no jacket, jeans so tight they’re positively sinful, and tall black boots.

The breath leaves Blaine’s lungs as though winded when he takes in how obscenely beautiful this boy is. Delicate and fey, with sharp lines to his body as though he’d been cut out of stone. Skin so pale it hurts, from the sweep of his cheekbones to the tiny amount of skin exposed by the buttons left undone on his shirt. His hair is swept up into an artful mimicry of unkemptness. There is a sweet curve to his mouth, and his eyes – oh, his eyes. Stunning blue, and shining impossibly bright through the dark.

For the briefest of moments, Blaine thinks he sees a hint of red twisted up in the blue of his eyes – but it must be a trick of the light, because it’s gone in the very next instant.

“Oh,” says Blaine stupidly, trying not to stare. The boy is stunning in an unnatural way that reminds him of models and film stars; the kind of people to be found splayed across advertisements and television sets, not in a place like this. Trying to suppress the flush growing in his cheeks, Blaine gives his head a firm shake. This is neither the time nor the place, and certainly not the circumstance. “I’m sorry,” Blaine tries again, “but – really, are you okay?”

All at once, the way in which the other boy is staring at him hits Blaine square in the chest. The boy is breathing in deeply through his nose, looking unsteady on his feet as he tilts his head and looks. The blue of his eyes drag up and down the length of Blaine’s body as though seeing a miracle – as though seeing something that can't possibly exist. The sharp closeness of his gaze makes Blaine feel oddly exposed, on display. He fidgets under it, not knowing how to respond or what to say.

The boy stares at him, unspeaking, for a long moment; his hands are shaking against his sides. Carefully, his eyes dart to the street where the attacker had run off, and then back to Blaine.

And slowly – very slowly – he smiles.

“Thank you,” he says at last, and his voice is higher and clearer than Blaine had been expecting. Practically angelic when matched against his particular type of beauty. His voice contrasts sharply with the slight grime of their surroundings. The boy cocks his head to one side, eyes locked on Blaine, and Blaine feels something painful clutch inside his chest. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t come along.” He lifts his arm up and extends one long-fingered, pale hand in Blaine’s direction, never once breaking eye contact. “I’m Kurt.”

Blaine stares down at the hand for a half second longer than strictly necessary, but before long he can feel a relieved smile tugging at his lips.

“I’m Blaine,” he says in return, reaching up to take Kurt’s hand in his to shake it. Kurt’s grip is firmer than he expects it to be, the skin softer – and slightly cool to the touch. “Oh, god, you’re freezing,” exclaims Blaine in horror, letting go of Kurt’s hand to lower his book bag to the ground and strip off his own jacket. It’s cold, but he’s warm with the rush of remaining fear and adrenaline – and besides, he isn’t the one who almost got assaulted just now. He holds it out for Kurt to take. “Here.”

Kurt stares at the brown corduroy without saying a word. After a moment, however, he takes it gratefully and slides it over his own shoulders. It’s the smallest bit short on him, fitting around the shoulders but loose around his waist. It looks good, Blaine thinks. He rather suspects that most things would look good on Kurt, but the fact that this is his jacket makes something heated rush through his fingertips.

Suddenly, Blaine cannot help from letting out a nervous choke of a laugh.

“I’m sorry,” Blaine rushes to explain, feeling slightly hysterical. “It’s not you, I swear, I just... I haven’t been in a fight since high school.” Another nervous giggle. “And I lost that one pretty spectacularly. That was... I have no idea what to do now.”

“That’s fine,” says Kurt, smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “This isn’t a situation I’m too familiar with either, I promise.”

“Do you want me to walk you home?” asks Blaine quickly, a rush of genuine concern making masculine protectiveness follow quickly in its wake. It’s late at night, after all. There are people who could look at Kurt, with his slender arms and small sharp features, as an easy target. Blaine knows the odds are against Kurt running into another person as eager to take advantage of him in so short a timeframe, but he doesn’t feel willing to risk it after what’s already happened tonight.

The other boy pauses for a moment to think, still staring at Blaine as though he is some kind of marvel. It makes sadness and anger at the world twist in Blaine’s stomach, that the idea of someone helping Kurt without expecting anything in return is obviously so foreign to him. After a moment, however, Kurt nods.

“I live pretty far from here,” says Kurt, inclining his head toward the street. “But... how about I walk you home, and then I can hail a cab from there? That way, neither of us goes unescorted.”

“Okay,” Blaine nods enthusiastically, feeling relieved for more reasons than one as he picks up his bag and starts to walk them toward the entrance of the alley.

Kurt follows him out into streetlamps and the hundred little lights of the city at night; illuminated, his features appear even more sharp and lovely. Although long years of university have taught Blaine to save his contacts for days when he won’t be reading tiny print for hours on end, and that physical appearances are worth a whole lot less around midterm season, Blaine suddenly very much wishes he’d had time for hair gel and contact lenses this morning. He practically feels dowdy in comparison.

Together, they begin to walk toward Blaine’s apartment. Blaine goes for a quick step at first, unsure if Kurt would rather not be out on the night streets for any longer than absolutely necessary tonight. To his mild surprise, though, Kurt keeps the pace slow; when they finally fall into sync beside one another, they’re practically strolling.

They can’t see the stars –never can, in the city – but it’s a beautiful night anyways. Crisp and slightly foggy, red and orange leaves from the decorative trees mingling along the sides of the road. A few cars and cabs pass them by every so often, but this neighbourhood is usually fairly tame on something as mundane as Wednesday night.

It’s cold without a jacket, but Blaine doesn’t mind. He ignores the gooseflesh rising along his arms and tries to suppress the shiver threatening to run through him.

“So,” Blaine begins, trying to keep his eyes in front of him and not on the beautiful boy beside him. “What brings you around this part of the city so late if you live far away?”

“I was over at a friend’s house and decided it would be fine to walk back,” explains Kurt evenly, shrugging. He wraps his slender arms, swimming in the jacket sleeves, around himself; Blaine can see the muscles of his back moving beneath the fabric. “Apparently not.” He looks over at Blaine, eyes piercing. “What about you? Why are you out and about? A party?”

Blaine cannot quite manage to contain his snort of laughter.

“Um, no,” he explains quickly to Kurt’s delicately raised eyebrow. “I’m doing my post-grad at NYU Law. I take it pretty seriously, so I don’t have too much time for fun stuff. Not that I wouldn’t want to!” he hastens to add as Kurt’s expression grows ever-more amused. “It’s just... hard to find time, sometimes.”

“Law school,” pronounces Kurt grandly, enunciating the words as though they are foreign to him. His eyebrows have flown firmly up into his hairline. “I’m impressed. I admit, though, I wouldn’t have guessed it. What specialization do you want to get into?”

“Civil litigation,” Blaine rails off quickly, because this is the question everyone always asks, even though you don’t have to declare a specialization like you would a Major program in an undergrad degree. “I enjoy embracing conflict and controversy, and feel I possess the necessary interpersonal and negotiation skills for the job.”

There is a pause -- before Kurt lets out a high, musical laugh. Blaine blinks.

“I’m sorry,” says Kurt, covering his mouth with his hand and doing a bad job of hiding his smile. He doesn’t appear to be mocking Blaine, or being cruel. He’s just... laughing. “It just – it just sounds like you’re reciting that out of a book, or something.”

The tension in Blaine’s body relaxes, and he can feel a goofy grin stealing over his face against his will. “I sort of am,” he admits sheepishly, reaching up to rake a hand through his untidy mess of curls. Beside him, Kurt moves so that they’re walking a little closer. As they turn the corner, Blaine’s heart races a little at the proximity. “Well,” says Blaine at last, mustering as much pomp as he can. “What would you have guessed, Mr. All-Knowing-One?”

“Hmmm,” Kurt hums deviously, raking his eyes up and down Blaine’s body pointedly. Blaine feels his face grow warm, and again he mentally kicks himself for deciding that today was allowed to be a casual day. Kurt leans in close to inspect him, inhaling deeply as he does so. His eyelids flutter in the smallest possible way, and he shivers. “I’m thinking... maybe a teacher? Wait, no. Painter. Dancer? Soul of an artist, definitely.”

“I used to sing in high school,” Blaine admits, and something almost-painful twists in his chest. It shouldn’t hurt, thinking about that. Except it sort of does. “I played the piano, too. I don’t do either of those very much now, though.”

He can feel Kurt’s eyes burning into him stronger than ever, and when Blaine looks over to return the look as they walk he finds Kurt’s expression frozen into something almost sad.

“I used to sing too, when I was younger,” says Kurt slowly, tilting his head to one side. His eyes are so blue as they look at him; it makes prickles of excitement tingle in his fingertips. Blaine would feel uncomfortable under the intensity of the stare, but it feels... nice. Not awkward in the way it should, since the two of them have only just crossed paths a few short minutes ago.

The words hit him after a moment, however, and he raises an eyebrow.

“Younger?” he asks sceptically. “You can’t be more than... what, nineteen?” In this situation, over-guessing is probably safer than under-guessing. Kurt’s eyes twinkle.

“I’m a little bit older than I look,” he says covertly, as though disclosing a big secret, and Blaine laughs out loud.

Much faster than should really be fair, Blaine thinks, they arrive at the entrance to the grey-stoned building he lives in. He slows their pace to a standstill, and Blaine is almost positive he’s never been less happy to see his own building. There are a couple of people on this stretch of road: a couple with a small dog out for a late night walk, a man carrying grocery bags. Blaine’s building doesn’t have a doorman, however. He makes an awkward gesture toward the doors.

“Here we are,” says Blaine stiltedly, wishing he could conjure up some of the gentlemanly charm that always makes girls seem so happy with him. All that he’s coming up with, however, is nervousness. Kurt moves so that they are standing in front of one another in front of his door, looking him right in the eye. Blaine starts to subconsciously lick his lips, but catches himself mid-movement and stops himself.

“It’s late,” says Kurt quietly, glancing up at the building and back down to Blaine. He bites down on his lower lips he looks Blaine up and down. “You should be getting back to your... girlfriend? Boyfriend?”

“What?” asks Blaine stupidly, before realizing. “Oh. No! No, I don’t have – I mean, if I did it would be a boyfriend, but...” Kurt’s eyebrows have flown up into his hairline again, and his lips are pursed in amusement. “I live alone,” he finishes in a rush, feeling a flush creeping down his neck. He’s so bad at this, shouldn’t be bad at this but he always has been. Romance has never been his strong suit, as much as he used to enjoy pretending otherwise when he was younger.

Not that this is romance. Kurt was almost assaulted tonight, he’s fragile. You should ask for his number to call and meet up for coffee sometime, not...

But Kurt is already leaning in, reaching out a hand lightning-quick and sliding it to rest on the small of Blaine’s back. Blaine feels himself inhale sharply, feeling as though his entire body is vibrating as the other boy pulls him close with a surprisingly strong grip. Blaine’s eyes begin to flutter closed, and his lips are practically buzzing in anticipation of being kissed. But Kurt doesn’t press their lips together; instead, he angles his head slightly to the right – and ghosts his lips over the side of Blaine’s neck.

“I –” Blaine begins, but is cut off by a soft press of lips against the sensitive skin. Kurt still feels slightly cool to the touch, but his breath is slow and warm against Blaine’s skin. The gentle brush of lips is soft and firm and perfect against the curve of his neck. Blaine gasps as Kurt noses along the skin, their bodies pressed close together, and the tiny helpless noises he can hear coming out of Kurt’s throat are going straight to his cock. He reaches up and grips a hand tight into the fabric of his own jacket on Kurt’s shoulders, shuddering because this is somehow so much more intimate than kissing and they’ve only just met but it feels so good. Kurt’s hand clenches hard at the small of his back, and –

And suddenly, Kurt jerks violently away and out of Blaine’s grasp, looking wild-eyed and tense as he stumbles back. Blaine stares, breathing hard and shocked at the sudden shift, before realization hits him. He averts his eyes to the ground guiltily.

“I’m so sorry,” he chokes out, shaking his head and staring fixedly down at the pavement. “I shouldn’t have let that happen, you’ve – you’ve had a rough night and it would be taking advantage, I know.” Blaine runs a shaking hand through his messy hair in agitation, squeezing his eyes shut in mortification. “Let’s just – we’ll hail you a cab, okay? And we can think about all this another –”

But when Blaine opens his eyes and raises his gaze, Kurt is no longer there.

The sidewalk in front of him is completely empty; the space vacant and hollow in the night air. Blaine’s mouth falls open and he blinks in surprise, words catching in his throat. He hadn’t heard the slightest sounds of movement or running away, but it is as though no one had been standing in front of him at all.

He looks around ineffectually for a few moments, but Kurt is nowhere to be found.

Disappointment and shame well up hard and strong inside of him, squeezing at his heart and making it feel as though his stomach has gone hollow. Somehow, despite everything, he’d managed to fuck this up after all. He should have jerked away as Kurt started to move in: given the other boy the proper time he needed to figure everything out. But it had all felt so good, and right, and...

Blinking hard, Blaine bites down on his lip and tries his best not to feel discarded. As the cold air burns against his naked arms and face, he tries to ignore the missed opportunities weighing down his mind like sandbags. He has no idea where Kurt lives, or even what his last name is: there’s absolutely no way Blaine is going to be able to find him now.

Feeling surreal, Blaine lets out a heavy sigh. Trying his hardest not to go over everything he could have done differently, he pulls his keys out of his jeans pocket and lets himself into the building.

It isn’t until he reaches his own apartment, after having travelled four floors up to get there, that it occurs to Blaine that he never got his jacket back.




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Comments

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fara1903
Sep. 27th, 2011 01:07 pm (UTC)
Wow! This is so interesting, bb! Can't wait for the next part!
emilianadarling
Sep. 28th, 2011 06:13 am (UTC)
Aha, so happy you're liking it! :D The break between the two sections is completely arbitrary, I'm afraid. Curse you, LJ word limits! *shakes fist*
previouslydead
Sep. 27th, 2011 03:24 pm (UTC)
OMG OMG OMG havent read it yet, will post again when i have, but can i just say A VAMPIRE AU? HOW ARE YOU SO AMAZING? *screams and goes off to read!*
emilianadarling
Sep. 28th, 2011 06:14 am (UTC)
I'm so happy you can get so excited when I post things!!! :D Yes, a Vampire AU. I have no idea what I'm doing with my life omg. Another thing I thought I would never write! These boys do crazy things to me. <3
kristinaa1
Sep. 27th, 2011 03:43 pm (UTC)
Kurt is So much a vampire, how did I not see it before?? :-D
emilianadarling
Sep. 28th, 2011 06:14 am (UTC)
Definitely, definitely! :D
amordemealma
Sep. 27th, 2011 05:20 pm (UTC)
D: I....Oh my.... Kurt's a....this is so creepy!

I'm assuming we're going with the lore that a vampire can't come in uninvited... which... oh my god. I....

I'm sorry. i'm not being every eloquent. you've stolen words from me.

I love love love your description of the library. it's so perfect. exactly how a library should be, and you're so vivid in your details, i can see it clear as a bell. also, great setting for a horror fic. cause i can already tell that that's what this is. what all horror stories need...one absolutely gorgeous but slightly creepy library... check.

and of course it's autumn. the trees half bare, leaves scattered on the ground, tumbling at his feet with the slight wind,shivering against the cool bite of the air... though i have to admit, my brain supplied that it had rained at some point in the day, so that everything was cold and damp, and the pavement shone under the lamplight. just where my head automatically went before you said it had been sun shining earlier. IDK

BTW, Blaine is totally a lawyer in my head cannon too. :)

okay and Blaine's parents are pissing me off. because that? that is pressuring. and how gives a damn if it's an unstable career? parents are supposed to support their kids in their decisions and what they want to do. is it the logical choice? hell no. I'm in college for a second time because the first time i majored in art and that has like zero job possibilities but it's his decision. and parents should support their kids no matter what.

okay, the scene in the alley. it occurs to me, knowing what i think i know, that the small lithe form that Blaine mistakes as a girl is Kurt. a vampire. who was in fact attacking the large brutish man, and that Blaine assumed wrong and knowingly saved the man from a horrible horrible fate. BWAAHAAAHAAAHAAHAA!

Emiliana, you're brilliant. so brilliant.

and i love how you don't have gto change a damn thing about how Kurt apprears to make him this stunningly gorgeous and dangerous being. Cause he really is that beautiful. it makes complete sense really.

“I’m a little bit older than I look,” he says covertly, as though disclosing a big secret, and Blaine laughs out loud. lol! haha! yes, if he's a vamp, he's probably much older than nineteen.

the almost kiss...so hot...and creepy. vamp marking his territory? or considering it?

and am i assuming correctly that Kurt is warring against his vampire self here? part of him wants to suck Blaine dry, but the human part is disgusted by it?

and just like Blaine to finally find someone he's interested in, only for them to be a supernatural being. ha!

this is so good BB! i can't wait to read more. on to part two!
emilianadarling
Sep. 28th, 2011 06:29 am (UTC)
Hello, you! So happy you enjoyed the first part, and as always thank you so much for the amazing comment! :) I can't believe I'm writing a vampire story. But I suppose I should expect anything from this fandom by now, shouldn't I? These boys just do such things to me... and yes. In this universe, vampires must be invited into someone's home before they can enter. (That's one of those pieces of lore that's so very old and makes so much sense to me.)

Completely delighted that the library rang true to you, although I must thank the actual NYU Law Library for looking the way it does. Seriously, I looked up some pictures and that place is just stunning. So completely old-world and musty and lovely. I'm delighted that I was able to make it come to life inside your mind! It's such a grand old institution, that school, that it deserves a grand old library. A complete horror staple -- and this fic definitely comes closest to horror out of anything I've ever written.

It theoretically could have rained while Blaine was in the library! Don't let go of your headcanon! :) Perhaps it was sunny in the morning and then got rainy. Autumn, as a random note, is my absolute favourite season. I love writing it for this reason; plus, it's so perfect for the genre, as you say!

In this fic in particular, because Blaine never had Kurt in high school -- never had someone to draw him out of his shell, and give him confidence in who he is -- he's been very much influenced by his parents in a strong way. I personally think that Blaine would make a really great teacher or doctor -- there's a Rainjoy fic that captures med-student!Blaine SO perfectly -- but law is something respectable, and well-paying, and it just... didn't take all that much convincing.

His parents most definitely edged him into something he didn't actually 100% ever want for himself, which is hard and complicated and difficult. I think that most parents have a hard time not wanting their child to be in a stable profession, and Blaine's parents in my headcanon very much wants things to be easier for their son. Can't you just be a lawyer instead of an artist, Blaine, it will be so much easier for you. Can't you just be straight instead of gay, Blaine, it will be so much easier for you. It's not cruel, per se, but it is very much unfair to him. They should have supported him, but... it didn't happen. And now he's there.

With regards to the alley scene: hole in one, baby. Hole in one. ;D Thanks, darlin'!

And it is actually quick shocking how easy it is to write Kurt as a vampire. It just... doesn't take much, to shift his character along that line. He certainly already has the physical appearance for it. Gorgeous and dangerous, what perfect wording. And yes; Kurt is a little bit older than he looks, for sure. (I personally love that Blaine, who is 22 in this fic, is all like '19? :D? You're at least that old, right?' hopefully. Oh, Blainers, you're so transparent. <3)

Mmmm, I can't say too much with regards to Kurt's motivations, but I will say this: Kurt is very, very sure of what he wants. It caught him off-guard a bit, but he's very certain. So glad you liked the almost-kiss, too. Poor Blaine, having no idea how very precarious his position is! (And as you say, he finally finds someone who catches his eye, and poof! Bloodsucking monster. Isn't that always the way?)

Thank you so much! I hope you find time to read part two, and that you enjoy it!! :D I'm delighted you enjoyed the first half!
cassidychase
Sep. 27th, 2011 06:56 pm (UTC)
Aha! Was wondering if you would ever tackle vampires XD Since Howl was so freaking awesome XD

Oooh, chilling start! Way to draw in the readers! Kinda terrifying really, so scared for Blaine...

Loved the details and how you set up their meet. TBH Blaine drifting around in his routine trip home was kind of a non-event, and it really felt that way. Hmm, I guess it was the calm before the storm XD

....Was the guy pinning Kurt... Karofsky??!!

Intriguing start to the fic for sure!! Red eyes? I'm not sure I recognize which type of vampire you're going for here, so I'm just gonna shut up and continue reading XD
emilianadarling
Sep. 28th, 2011 06:36 am (UTC)
Lol, I think that everyone wondered that before I did! XD I honestly never saw any appeal in writing vampire!fic, but then I had an idea, and it's a little bit different from the sort of thing that usually happens in this genre in this fandom, so I'm excited to see where it goes! And I'm so pleased you enjoyed the beginning; I have a thing about starting stories in the middle of the action if I can. So pleased that the air of fear is coming across.

Yes, Blaine going home is very much a non-event. Nothing special, just like how he sees his life. (There was a great deal of exposition to get across in this chapter before things start getting crazy, lol.) And a resounding 'no' to your question about the identity of the man in the alleyway. (Although I'd read that scene again carefully just to see who, exactly, is pinning who. ;3) Karofsky is probably back home in Lima somewhere, closeted and in denial and lonely. He never had a Kurt to make him open up.

I think red eyes are a fairly common vampire eye colour, aren't they? Dracula has definitely had red eyes in more than a few incarnations, I believe. :) I'm going to be mixing and matching a lot of vampire lore in this, for sure. Hope you enjoy!
cassidychase
Sep. 28th, 2011 11:40 am (UTC)
Hehe, in that alley scene, I wasn't sure if we were seeing a completely random person or someone we actually knew XD

and i guess you're right about the red eyes. I dunno why i suddenly had the impression that vampire eyes are black... must be all the black eyed Kurts and Blaines on Tumblr XD

Buzzing with excitement XD when are you releasing the next chap??

punkkitten2113
Sep. 27th, 2011 11:08 pm (UTC)
Whoa! Loving this so far and there's a PART 2!!! *squee*
emilianadarling
Sep. 28th, 2011 06:36 am (UTC)
So happy you're enjoying this!!! :) And, yes, LJ word limits suck. <.< That is the only reason for the senseless chapter splitting, haha. Thank you so much for reading!
loonylevicorpus
Sep. 29th, 2011 01:45 am (UTC)
That first scene SERIOUSLY freaked me out. What the hell??? And fingernails are just creepy anyways.



I assume it was Kurt and that he's the vampire. Or maybe he's not the vampire. I have no idea what's going on but this is just CREEPY.

And now that I'm reading further, was that a flash forward or has this been going on for a while now? (This is just me thinking rhetorically, you don't have to answer XD)

"The New York University School of Law Library has a thick, musty air about it that never seems to go away... The age of its stacks and halls is palpable; there are imprints of a thousand students’ fingerprints on pages and the ghosts of worn footsteps on the floors. The building itself is antiquated and respectable; practically the Platonic ideal of what an old-world library should appear. The study chairs and tables are thick and wooden, with low-hanging overhead lamps designed to resemble chandeliers in the upper levels... The shelves are all solid and dark, lined with row after unfathomable row of leather-bound books...Heading toward the exit, Blaine catches himself glancing around idly for other students; tucked away in study rooms, perhaps, or emerging from dark corners. He doesn’t see anyone... Blaine might just be the very last student here tonight."

Oooooooh, I love this description. I've been studying Gothic novels in my IB English class and I'm about to do an oral commentary on the themes present in the novels, and this is so very Gothic. The setting and architecture is so important to Gothic writing, and you've captured it fabulously. I also really, really love old libraries and antique books (I collect them), so I automatically like this setting :3

This fic is just connecting with what I'm studying at school way too much. I'm also taking Personal Law and am learning about tort law and all that jazz, hahaha.

He tries his best to ignore the every-so-often realizations that it just doesn’t happen to be his dream.

Oh, Blaine. This is so sad because it happens to so many people in life, and I can totally see it happening to Blaine in the end. The narrative is so melancholy and resigned, you're breaking my heart!

The subway car rumbles around him like a sleeping lion as it slides along, shaking every so often in a way he doesn’t even notice anymore. Blaine has been living in New York for almost five years now; knows its faces, it places, its people.

This is actually very interesting, because I got to go to NYC last year for my choir tour, and I was blown away by how different it was in real life from my imagination and how it's shown in movies. It wasn't nearly as fast-paced as I expected, and everyone was so normal in comparison to where I live (the "hipster capital" of the US, haha). The only exception being a vulgar and terrifying Elmo near Radio City Music Hall. Anyways, what I'm trying to say is that there are two very distinct versions of New York, and the difference is enormous. Even now, when I think of New York itself, I think of it in the romanticized, cinematic ideal unless I recall my exact experiences there. I wonder if you lose that when you live there for an extended period of time.

"The boy is stunning in an unnatural way that reminds him of models and film stars; the kind of people to be found splayed across advertisements and television sets, not in a place like this."

This is why I love vampires so much, because of how irresistible they are. I don't think there's any supernatural creature that's as purely sexual as vampires, and it makes them so much more deadly. Even in the original Dracula, where the Count was old and nasty, he sexually entranced Mina. Although Kurt calls himself a "baby penguin" in Glee, he fits the part of a vampire so, so well. Hnnng. The rise of Twilight makes it hard for me to enjoy vampire-related stories as much as I used to, but I really do love them.
loonylevicorpus
Sep. 29th, 2011 01:45 am (UTC)
"And suddenly, Kurt jerks violently away and out of Blaine’s grasp, looking wild-eyed and tense as he stumbles back... But when Blaine opens his eyes and raises his gaze, Kurt is no longer there."

Aside from the fact that that scene was super sexy, what I'm getting from this is that Kurt is used to preying on humans, but there's something about Blaine that makes him want to leave him intact. I would like it if Kurt was evil in the vampiric sense, and that he's only ever hesitated with Blaine.

On to part 2! :D
emilianadarling
Oct. 4th, 2011 06:43 pm (UTC)
Mmmmm, I love listening to your train of thought. <3 Kurt's intentions is a particular aspect that is actually so interesting for me to see people speculate about, I can't even tell you. I love playing with points of view and perspective in my stories so very much, so it always makes me happy when the unknown factor of characters' intentions has people intrigued.

Love hearing you let me know what you think, it's SO much fun to read and always makes my day. <3 Thank you SO much as always! On to part two, indeed!
emilianadarling
Oct. 4th, 2011 06:41 pm (UTC)
I'm sorry for the long wait on responses!! :D I was trying to get Chapter Two up and running and not COMPLETELY ignore school and bomb all my classes, so responding to comments took the backseat for a few days. Here I am, though! (Also, I love your Locke gif. XD)

I have this terrible habit of opening scenes in medias res because I love starting out with a bang, so I'm very pleased that it was an effective little opener. <3 That scene in particular is the one that inspired the story at all, so I'm very happy it came off as creepy as I was hoping! (Fingernails are totally creepy.) And ALL SHALL BE REVEALED. :D

(Seriously, probably my favourite thing about posting chapters to stories serially is that I forget that people don't live in my head and know all the answers already. So people are like OMG WHAT'S GOING ON and I'm like oh yeah you don't know yet lol. XD) Since you've already read further, though, I can safely tell you that it was a flash forward.

Thank you regarding the library! The NYU Law library seriously writes itself, my god. I looked up a few pictures for reference and ME GUSTA. It was complete coincidence that the actual, physical location is like something out of a gothic novel. It turned out to be a perfect setting! (Incidentally, I wish all libraries looked that way omg.) And you collect antique books! How neat! Also, HAHAHA about incorperating the things you're learning in school by accident. Outstanding. I'm psychic, I tells you!

I think that Blaine is very, very much a people-pleaser for one thing, which... yeah. Makes for complicated senses of responsibility and what's important and who he needs to make happy. In this world, as well, Blaine never had Kurt to bring him out of himself; to share the real him with instead of the persona he projects to the world. And I think that's really, really impacted the direction of his life in this AU. Blainers :(

I think that New York is definitely a place that it's easy to hype up and see in that very cinematic way, for sure! In a lot of stories, I think we see it portrayed as either a 'hive of scum and villainy' or this huge, glossy ideal. I was trying to convey something a little more middle-ground and show it as just being a city, if an enormous and important one, but it was tricky with Blaine being so unhappy and the slight sense of menace from it being urban fantasy horror. I hope it didn't come off as too negatively exaggerated, haha~! I love your description of your NY trip. <3

Vampires are completely and utterly sexual creatures, yes. Their violence and force is dark and heated and sexualized, and it's really just incredible amounts of interesting to write. THANK YOU for mentioning the original Dracula, actually, because my mind was definitely lingering over a lot of thoughts about him when I was writing this. I wanted a practically old-world vampire in a modern setting. And ohmygod, Kurt. I can't even convey how easy it is to make Kurt into a vampire. He's sharper and harder and older and soulless, yes, but man. He translates into a vampire SO well.

I honestly do think that vampires get a bad rap for all the Twilight and Vampire Diaries crap, though, for sure. I mean... to me, at least, vampires aren't interesting unless they're brutal, practically heartless bloodsucking fiends -- but we see that so rarely today! Everyone else writes normalized vampires and there I am in the corner, trudging along with my old-world vamps like a little happy camper. XD I'm so out of date!

Thank you so much for taking the time to comment, as always!!
lil_miss_coolio
Oct. 3rd, 2011 09:43 am (UTC)
Kurt has all the Vampire signs. It's so obvious. I am however not sure if it was him in the beginning of the story...Blaine should have figured out the voices if they are there almost every night...it should have been familiar ;)

I love how Kurt backed off when he was on Blaine's neck. It shows me that he doesn't want to hurt him so he had to dissappear to not make things worse.

I can't wait to read part 2 after I made lunch. It's gonna be great =D
emilianadarling
Oct. 4th, 2011 06:46 pm (UTC)
Oh, he most definitely does. (I think it probably helps us as readers that we know that we're reading a Vampire story, though, for sure. Poor Blainers has no reason to suspect any foul play at all, poor thing.) With regards to the beginning scene, I definitely might just be leaving out his name for dramatic effect. :3 Or I might be hiding something! WHO KNOWS.

And mmmm, thank you for picking up on that particular little detail. <3 Playing with character perspectives is so much FUN because you get to make intentions so ambiguous, and I'm just delighted that you're intrigued.

I hope you enjoyed part two! :D I really hate LJ word limits, oh my god. <3
judearaya
Oct. 4th, 2011 03:06 pm (UTC)
And I am finally leaving you my comments! I meant to do it ages ago, but you got lost on a to-do list.

First- that intro scared the crap out of me. I am a huge pansy, so yeah. Well done.

Blaine knows that he is living a dream; going to a prestigious school, living in his own apartment in New York City.
He tries his best to ignore the every-so-often realizations that it just doesn’t happen to be his dream.
I love the pieces of Blaine *cannon* that you are layering in here. People pleaser Blaine hurts my heart- I can see this being absolutely true of his future if things went differently. And I love the way you are giving us a picture of how lonely his is. It makes me feel like whatever comes next, it's sort of understandable that he's gotten himself into this mess.

Oh Blainers, rushing in to save the day *again* when it is absolutely *not* a good idea. Think before you act bb. At least assess the situation correctly.

All at once, the way in which the other boy is staring at him hits Blaine square in the chest. The boy is breathing in deeply through his nose, looking unsteady on his feet as he tilts his head and looks. The blue of his eyes drag up and down the length of Blaine’s body as though seeing a miracle – as though seeing something that couldn’t possibly exist. The sharp closeness of his gaze makes Blaine feel oddly exposed, on display. He fidgets under it, not knowing how to respond or what to say. Blaine. None of this screams, run away? Because I want to run away. Seriously creepy.

God, I love that you’ve turned MentorBlaine into a character trait that is likely to get him killed or maimed.

“I enjoy embracing conflict and controversy, and feel I possess the necessary interpersonal and negotiation skills for the job.' OMG I died laughing at this line.

So, all in all, I am loving this (well I love the whole thing but I'm going slow here). At this point I could see this being sexy in a way that I wouldn't want it to be sexy because I'm scared, which is kind of creepy when I think about it.


emilianadarling
Oct. 13th, 2011 06:58 pm (UTC)
I’m so sorry for my latelate responses! :3 I’ve been focusing on spending my fandom!time on writing the actual chapters and responding to the first burst of reviews for each chapter, so I’m more than a little behind! I’m just so grateful and happy that you decided to come back and let me know what you thought, because some of these points are SO right-on that they just had me squirming with glee! (On that note, heee I’m so happy that the first scene impacted you in the right way. Mwahaha.)

I’m so happy that canon!Blaine is coming through in this story. For me, the point of AUs is to explore the characters we already know and love by viewing them through the lens of a different world; I don’t have much interest in reading about a character with Blaine’s name who is actually totally different from him. So it definitely makes me pleased that he seems consistent with what we already know! And, oh, yes, people pleaser Blaine. ;_; That breaks my heart in canon, and I can SO see Blaine putting aside what he wants in order to make other people happy. Oh, Blainers... I’m delighted that strikes you as in-character. And his loneliness. Oh, his loneliness. :( I really wanted to set up that his life is rather empty, in a funny way, before Kurt comes in and all of this madness starts going on.

And OH GOD, BLAINE. He just can’t help himself, he has to play the hero. He has such a bad habit of running into conflicts without thinking them through when he’s clearly the weaker party. (It just so happened that in this case, the big burly guy wasn’t the problem.) And poor honey, he just... Kurt is small, and delicate, and certainly doesn’t look like he could successfully hurt anyone. He looks at Blaine a bit funny, but hey! Blaine’s kinda interested too, and for all he knows Kurt was just being assaulted. He has no real reason to suspect foul play, even though all of us reading along are like AHHHH NO OMG. ;_; It’s just ironic that it’s Blaine’s kind, selfless tendencies are the things that are putting him in danger.

And lol, Blaine. Lol. XD

You’ll have to tell me what you think of the later bits in terms of sexy, mwahaha. The creepy really, really isn’t going away any time soon. :3 Ho ho ho! I’m so happy I’m scaring you. <3 Thank you SO very much for taking the time to go back and let me know what you think!
sparklegemstone
Oct. 6th, 2011 06:49 am (UTC)
I don't really read horror, but the first section of this chapter really helped me understand how a written text can be really creepy. So creepy.

I love your writing style. You paint enough richness into every scene to really make it come to life and make it a pleasure to read. I'm going to look at some of your other work now.

Boo on Kurt for stealing Blaine's jacket :-P.
emilianadarling
Oct. 13th, 2011 07:06 pm (UTC)
I don’t really read horror either, haha! And I’ve certainly never written it before. :3 But I’m actually having quite a lot of fun writing this story, which makes me pretty happy! I’m so happy that you found the first section creepy; that’s quite the compliment!

Thank you so much about my writing style. <3 I’m so delighted that you’re enjoying it, especially since it’s something so different from anything that I’ve written before. I know that you checked out some of my other work, haha, and I’m delighted that you liked it too. <3

Boo indeed, Kurt!! How rude of him. :P Thank you so much for your lovely feedback!
furyme
Oct. 19th, 2011 06:15 am (UTC)
Mm, okay. Hi!!

Apparently fanart did happen???

<3 <3 <3
emilianadarling
Oct. 24th, 2011 09:52 am (UTC)
Oh my gosh!!! :D :D :D I know I've already said so on tumblr, but thank you SO much, honey!! Oh, I love it! Thank you!!!!
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chazzamba
Oct. 29th, 2011 07:49 pm (UTC)
Hello- Chazzam here. I'm so glad I'm finally reading this! I'm feeling chills already. I know you keep insisting that you aren't a supernatural author, but you've got to admit that you've got a knack for it. This is fantastic already.
emilianadarling
Oct. 29th, 2011 08:35 pm (UTC)
Hi you!! :D It's so nice to see you on LJ! What a delight!

I'm so happy that you're enjoying it so far, hon! And ahaha, yes, I do rather keep insisting that I'm not a supernatural author. ^^;; Apparently storylines with supernatural involvement just keeo coming to me, though. It's a mystery!

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoy the rest! :D
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sexinnuendosftw
Nov. 7th, 2011 11:20 pm (UTC)
Hi! It's me again!

Oh man...I just have SO MANY FEELINGS about this!

I think what I like about your writing, the most, (I don't remember if I mentioned this)... Is that you really put your heart and soul into it. The characters are beautifully, beautifully fleshed out, the perspective...Its just really, really, remarkable. In terms of AUs, anything, you just take things in canon, and run with it in your own special way, and make it real and tangible, and AMAZING...And make you REALLY care about the character...But not just that, just...You REALLY, really make it work with your perspective of a character, with a perspective of any character in your story. I'm just in awe all. the. freaking. time. I'm IN LOVE with your writing! (In case you weren't aware of it before). Hahaha. Sorry if I'm not making sense... I just feel passionate about what you do.

But, seriously:

Its just, this...THIS. This just really makes me believe that if you were to write original material, that it would be fantastic! I would SO buy a novel written by you! I'm NOT EVEN KIDDING! And, I'm just speaking from the heart here...I HONESTLY believe that!

Oh yeah:

And I'm SO IN LOVE WITH YOUR BLAINE in this! You manage to capture him brilliantly in everything that you've written him in, as well as just put your own unique spin on him. Its just AMAZING. I love how you've adapted his innocence, naiveness and sweetness into this fic. He just seems like such a sweetie! You make me love him more and more! I'm also interested to see how he interacts with Kurt more, and how that relationship evolves...I'm REALLY hoping that their relationship turns out to be happy and not sad or tragic or horrible, though! I'm worried!

ANYWAYS.

OH TO THE NEXT PART! I CANNOT WAIT!
firefly_ca
Dec. 5th, 2011 01:19 am (UTC)
Haha, I totally just opened up Notepad so I could keep a running list on all of my FEELINGS about this story so I don't forget any of them. And I'm totally doing this for every part, so get comfy XD

What we've covered so far:

The intro: Creepy! (pretend I am saying it to you like this. It's better that way.)

Where I am at now: Leaving the library, and I'm really liking how you've characterized Blaine so far. Already you can see that he doesn't fit in with everyone around him. Whether that's important because he actually is different from everyone, or if it will just make him that much easier to manipulate, I have yet to decide.

More thoughts (if my English major starts showing, I can't help it - I've taken classes on Aestheticism and Decadence and those people loved them some vampires): I really like how you've set up your Blaine (he just got on the train) to be repressed. Not in his sexuality, but in how all the things he loves and needs to be happy and content have been pushed to the side to make others happy. A key feature in the appeal of vampires is that they're about giving into what you want. Since Blaine doesn't get what he wants, well...more leverage for Kurt when he shows up, maybe?

Ooooh, Blaine. You walk right into it. :D

First description of Kurt: Oh, do not make me resort to gifs to convey my emotions, Emiliana. this post is already going to be huge.

The boy stares at him, unspeaking, for a long moment; his hands are shaking against his sides. Carefully, his eyes dart to the street where the attacker had run off, and then back to Blaine.

And slowly – very slowly – he smiles.


Creepy!

He is so clueless haha! I love how you're using it against him here. It's bad enough when you're trying to sort out if the boy you're talking to likes you, Blaine. When you don't catch the fact that he is also undead, that is a problem you need to work on XD

They're walking to Blaine's now: I like that Kurt is still very Kurt the way you've written him. He's just slightly...off. AND SO CREEPY OMG

More later!
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theromanticnerd
Mar. 10th, 2012 05:13 pm (UTC)
Ever since I got my first glance at this part, I have been wondering: why would Kurt torture Blaine like that? The first part is Kurt stalking Blaine, but then it was obvious he was attached and I just don't know, I have no idea what would possess Kurt to act that way after letting Blaine go.

So, yeah, I'm already engaged as hell and can't imagine how this is going to go :P
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